Suddenly, Ryan did not feel like going to work anymore.

As he kissed her rosy lips, his hand moved to loosen his tie.

"Don't..."

Carrie gasped softly, her face flushing as she caught his hand. "It's already tied perfectly. Don't ruin it. Let's wait until you come back..."

"Alright. You'll make it up to me tonight then," Ryan whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire as he nuzzled her ear.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she nodded shyly.

Yasmin had prepared breakfast. She was standing at the door, not wanting to intrude.

She could hear the intimate whispers and amorous sounds from inside the room. A smile played on her lips.

Ryan always lingered with Carrie until the very last moment before leaving.

have a gift

lifted Carrie and placed her gently on the chair in front of the vanity. Then he opened a long jewelry

so beautiful!" The white jade hairpin shimmered,

I've bought you a lot of jewelry before, and you never wore any. But I want

lifted her silky hair. He then somewhat clumsily

had done things he never thought he

he still felt it was not enough. He thought he owed her so much

the bun and inserted

was fair, and her eyes were bright and lively, making even the finest treasures pale in comparison. "Carrie, do you know what it

down, his voice deep and tender. "It means you are my wife. You're now my beloved wife,

shone on Carrie's smooth, white cheek.

Ryan strode out of the villa,

at the academy in the

in his arms last night and the dark circle under her eyes

sir. Other than attending classes and painting in the studio,

nervously, "Sir, is

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